Last time everything was so cool We could sit on your couch dance by chance Kissed if we missed it just didn't matter You cry nightly in our beds Cry
for the last time but parker lewis can't lose i'll spend my life trying to figure this all out byt this is the last song about you the last song i waste
am never real, it's just a sketch of me and everything I've made is trite and cheap and a waste of paint, of tape, of time. Now I park my car down by
our lives at night on them backstreets Slow dancing in the dark on the beach at Stockton's Wing Where desperate lovers park we sat with the last of the
shiver in the dark It's been raining in the park but meantime South of the river you stop and you hold everything A band is blowing Dixie double four time
old brother looks up to him an awful lot And Bob likes to hang out at the local waffle spot and wait in the parkin lot for waitresses off the clock when
shit go click! Click, click, click, click! Man, I've been on the grind, 1 in the head, 16 in the 9 I'm extra Man! The game is mine, in due time It'
to have the last word, last night You know what everything's about You had to have a white hot spotlight You had to be a big shot last night They were